I was reviewing my journal, where I sometimes make notes in a category of "Kids Say the Darndest Things"...and I found one that happened last summer. I had just returned from trip to San Francisco with my wife, and we brought my older daughter a silk outfit from Chinatown, complete with a parasol.
She put it on and proclaimed herself Parasol Girl, who can fire beams from her parasol, and when she spins it, it spits out a spray of tiny atomic bombs.
That's my girly-girl. This is, presumably, not a girl who is going to grow up having nightmares about giant bombs that are ticking over and preparing to blow up.
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